Jacob, 10 ("and a half" as he reminds almost everyone) was playing with his privates on my bed while watching TV, tonight. Always amazed that "it" changes when played with, I now just yell at them and kick them out of my room. That's what it has come to--they have had a health class and "Dad talks." Just get the hell out of my face, I'm watching the f-ing game.

Same kind of thing happened with my son when he was about four. Something about coffee tables I guess. Bringing that back up comes in handy when they get to be about 13 or so. Threatening to tell friends about that works better than video game removal for keeping kids in line.